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... touch of romance than Fielding , but not so profound and intuitive a knowledge of humanity's hid- den treasures . There is nothing in his works comparable to Parson Adams ; but then , on the other hand , Fielding has not any thing of ...
... touch of romance than Fielding , but not so profound and intuitive a knowledge of humanity's hid- den treasures . There is nothing in his works comparable to Parson Adams ; but then , on the other hand , Fielding has not any thing of ...
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... touch , which detect the secret analogies of beauty , and bring kindred graces from all parts of nature to heighten the images which they reveal . It affects us rather by casting off from the soul those impurities and littlenesses which ...
... touch , which detect the secret analogies of beauty , and bring kindred graces from all parts of nature to heighten the images which they reveal . It affects us rather by casting off from the soul those impurities and littlenesses which ...
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... touch of his hand " not the less delightful from carrying a sort of fear along with that delight : it was like a pulse in the soul ! " The last scenes of this novel are how often will their spirits turn to him , who , as he cast a soft ...
... touch of his hand " not the less delightful from carrying a sort of fear along with that delight : it was like a pulse in the soul ! " The last scenes of this novel are how often will their spirits turn to him , who , as he cast a soft ...
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... touch into air , and are found to be only masses of vapour and of cloud . He neither raises us to the skies , nor " brings his angels down , " but astonishes by a phantasmagoria of strange appearances , sometimes scarcely dis ...
... touch into air , and are found to be only masses of vapour and of cloud . He neither raises us to the skies , nor " brings his angels down , " but astonishes by a phantasmagoria of strange appearances , sometimes scarcely dis ...
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... touch of human gentleness , in the midst of sorrow - stances attendant on the death of some " glorious triumph of exceeding love , " which suffuses our “ subdued eyes , " and mel- lows our hearts . Death itself often becomes the source ...
... touch of human gentleness , in the midst of sorrow - stances attendant on the death of some " glorious triumph of exceeding love , " which suffuses our “ subdued eyes , " and mel- lows our hearts . Death itself often becomes the source ...
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Page 56 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 56 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 155 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost — the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me.
Page 12 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 56 - She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn, Or up the mountain springs; And her's shall be the breathing balm, And her's the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things. "The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Page 56 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 55 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake, To perish never...
Page 55 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions, not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Page 156 - But Greece and her foundations are Built below the tide of war, Based on the crystalline sea Of thought and its eternity; Her citizens, imperial spirits, Rule the present from the past, On all this world of men inherits Their seal is set.
Page 50 - There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer; The crags repeat the raven's croak, In symphony austere ; Thither the rainbow comes — the cloud — • And mists that spread the flying shroud ; And sunbeams ; and the sounding blast, That, if it could, would hurry past; But that enormous barrier binds it fast.